How true is that line.Funnily enough, when I finished work tonight I went down to a pub where my daughter was having her 21st birthday party.As I approached the door, about 5 blokes came flying out courtesy of the doormen. Right bang into my lap. My adrenaline sky-rocketed. Fortunately, the fellas that had been ejected, although shouting a variety of colourful insults at the doormen took no notice of me as I made my way through them. My point being that I keep that thought in my head from the moment I leave work to the time I get home and on this occasion, although I had the obligatory adrenaline dump, I still kept my head level enough to assess the danger.

Friday night went by quite peacefully until fairly late on when one of the barman saw someone break one of the pool cues and decided to challenge the person over it, instead of coming to us. The manager had seen this going on and managed to extricate his barman from the situation and then came and told us. D and myself went over to where the guys were now arguing with some other regulars and basically what was a build up to a row kind of dissipated as we approached. Funny how peoples beer muscles disappear when a real challenge comes along. Anyway, the guys decided to leave before being told to and as they left some of the regulars went out as well, including one chap that D had caught getting very threatening and basically carried him out with his feet a couple of inches off the floor.No sooner had they got out of the car park and a fight broke out in the middle of the road. Me and D just stood in the foyer and pi$$ed ourselves laughing at the idiots and their windmilling punches. Eventually the old bill came along and everyone dispersed.

Saturday was quiet all night except for the bit of excitement I mentioned at my daughters birthday party.

23rd, 24th and 25th Feb.

Friday was karaoke night again and not a spot of trouble.Saturday was live music night with 2 bands playing and although we had to eject two people it was nothing out of the ordinary.A couple of things happened though that amused me.A bunch of kids came up to the door and asked if they could come in. They looked young so I asked for some ID."But we're here for the gig." they said."Aaaaaand?" I replied. "It's not a cafe you know. You still need to be over 18"The look of consternation was priceless.

A bit later another bunch of kids approached the pub and as before I asked for their ID.One lad gave me his driving licence. I looked at it and it said his birthday was August 1989.I stared at it for ages as I couldn't believe what I was seeing."You're only 17," I said."Err, yeah. Okay don't worry about it." he replied and left.

Are some people stupid or what?

Sunday night was dead as usual.

Anyone else got any interesting door stories? Surely Gavin, Cord, Myself and the late lamented Mark are not the only people to work the doors on this forum?

Two guys start fighting about 10 feet from me. I jumped between them cutting down with my left arm across theirs to separate them and grabbed one around the waist and carried him to the other side of the bar area while D grabbed the other guy and launched him out the door. My guy, who had realised he wasn't having much luck resisting me agreed to walk out the door calmly. Which he then did. Of course then the fight started up again in the car park, but at least then it was outside and became the problem of someone else.It didn't last very long outside as both combatants friends had now gone out to break it up.

Saturday 3rd March.

Carried on where Friday had left off. No sooner had I arrived and there was someone in need of removal. Apparently he had threatened various members of the bar staff.D went to deal with it and I waited in the lobby. As D approached the door from the bar, escorting some skinny little wretch, a big brute of a guy appeared and blocked Ds path. I sidled up behind and slightly to the side of the brute as he stood there mouthing off and threatening D. These few moments were interesting to see from my position as I watched the guy step his right leg back and start shaking his arm that was now hidden from D. He started repeating himself and his sentences got shorter. All the classic signs that he was about to launch. Then he looked over his shoulder to see I was there, just inches from him. At that point his demeanour changed completely. I like to think that he realised that he had been out manouvered and capitulated any idea of throwing the punch that he had built himself up for. I don't want to sound cocky, but if he had so much as twitched towards D he was going to find himself flying backwards head first into the wall behind us. Anyway, at this point he then turned on his mate, the skinny kid and grabbed him round the throat and marched him out, doing our job for us. Well, he had to take it out on someone, didn't he.

Im a american teaching Bjj/mma in london Im also looking to get a doorman job is there anywhere I can work without getting the badge and how much can I expect to make a night thanks. Anybody know of any places hiring I'll be in london on the 10th I fight in Cagefightseries on may12th. Thanks Greg.

Great stuff reading your diary. Hope your keeping everything to turn them into a bestseller one day!

Do you mind me asking - I've read your MA details on your profile but could you give any further info on the hows and whys you became a doorman? I'm just curious about the whole life. What age you decided to train, how much your MA background played in being accepted as a doorman, how much of the real training is done 'on the door' rather than the dojo...? That kind of thing. It seems like one big, scary job to me (half glamorous / half spare pair of underpants please) and I've been wondering if the only real way to learn RBSD is from being 'thrown in at the deep end', i.e. working the doors.

Quote:Im a american teaching Bjj/mma in london Im also looking to get a doorman job is there anywhere I can work without getting the badge and how much can I expect to make a night thanks.

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Nope. License is mandatory across the UK now. Rates vary, but expect anywhere between £10-£20 an hour if payed by the venue, plus a good few free drinks after the patrons have gone home.i have known security teams be paid a percentage of the gate at certain events, but they are usually open air, or privately organised 'raves'.

Without a license, you will not be able to work however. Not only are the fines too great for employers to risk it, but also licensed doorstaff (who have spent a lot of money and time to get their qualification) will not be happy working with someone who has not played by the rules.

I'll second what Cord has said about working without a badge. If you look at the early part of my thread you will realise that it costs a fair bit just to get your badge in the first place. With training course costs from about 150 quid up to £400 (depending on where you go) and the badge itself now £245, if you work without one there will be some severe resentment from doorstaff that have paid out. Probably not the best group of guys to pi$$ off.

New Jitsu,I will get back to you, but I am a little limited in my availability to post at the moment.

A bit later another bunch of kids approached the pub and as before I asked for their ID.One lad gave me his driving licence. I looked at it and it said his birthday was August 1989.I stared at it for ages as I couldn't believe what I was seeing."You're only 17," I said."Err, yeah. Okay don't worry about it." he replied and left.

To be honest mate, how many bouncers can count? most people see the driving licence n assume your 18...worked a treat for me a few years ago.